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A little voice in my head keeps telling me I'm not normal,
"you're not normal!"
To agree with the voice would make me some kind of nutter!
Anyway; who wants to be normal?
Who wants to be in 'that club?'
And, who couldn't do with a few minutes a week in front of a shrink anyway!
You could always talk to the voice in your head,
but that wouldn't help -
anyway they'd call you a nutter,
the voices in your head I mean.
Now; talking to a man in a white coat,
I mean, the man is wearing a white,
not you wearing a white coat and talking...
that makes you a bit more normal!
Its funny that - isn't it!